Chapter 3

Barbara awakened at dawn the next morning to the crowing of the rooster, but she immediately went back to sleep. The next time she woke up the sun was shining in her bedroom window and the birds were singing. She yawned and stretched, then looked at her watch. It was only nine o'clock, and she was used to sleeping until noon in Los Angeles during the summer. It must be the fresh air that made her wake up feeling bright and alert.

She let her thoughts wander and remembered yesterday morning in the cow bar and Donald showing her the animals. Of its own volition, her hand trailed down to her vaginal slit, using her fingers to trace her hair-rimmed pussy lips. She closed her eyes and relived the mating of the cows, and she wondered if the cow enjoyed it. Suddenly, she remembered Donald's hotly ejaculating penis and how good it felt when she was holding it in her hand. Abruptly her outstretched forefinger was sliding back and forth through her dampening cuntal slit. She had been fascinated by Donnie's spewing white cum as it pumped so vigorously from his bulbous cockhead, and now, she tried to envision her own climax. Would her vagina spew out liquid like his penis?

As her finger caressed her heated vaginal slit, she tried to analyze her feelings. The cows balling had made her want to touch herself down there ... instinctively knowing that it would feel better if she rubbed it. The one thing that she could not understand was why she had felt so excited. Then she thought about her cousin's orgasm. He had gasped the same way the bull had snorted when he was cumming. Did it always happen like that? Was it really as good as Donald had said?

The confused thoughts caused Barbara to become even more interested in learning about sex and she began rubbing harder across her tingling pussy flesh. But nothing happened except her excitement became more urgent! Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away from her widespread vagina, knowing that she had a lot to learn about sex ... even sex that did not include balling. Her cousin had told her that there were lots of things you could do without having intercourse, and the aroused teenager wanted to know what they were.

Wanting to rid herself of the boiling excitement down there between her long slender thighs, she stripped off her nightgown and rushed into the bathroom to take a long relaxing shower. As she stepped out of the shower, she saw the full length mirror on the bathroom door and, grinning to herself, stood in front of it to study her naked body. She watched herself as she dried the water off her proudly uplifted breast with a terry towel, and then dropped it to the floor. She reached up and cupped her surprisingly firm young breasts and turned around to get a full view of her nakedness. She began caressing her sensitive nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and forefingers, pinching them, and rolling them beneath her palms. She felt tingling sensation down inside confusion. There it was again! The same exciting feeling that she had felt in the closet ... and again when she rubbed Donald's penis.

Wondering if her pussy got hard like his penis, she reached down and used both hands to peel back her vaginal lips, exposing her hair-lined little opening. She saw a little column of inflamed flesh and guessed that it was her clitoris. But it looked so hard! Like a tiny penis! Giggling at the lewd thought, she used one hand to hold her pussy lips wide open and slid the middle finger of her other hand up and down the juicy slit, moving it back and forth from her vaginal hole to her glistening clitoral nub in exploratory caresses. When she put pressure on the little button of nerve-endings, she gasped in surprise. It felt as if a jolt of static electricity had hit her down there. Slowly, she experimented again, touching just the tip of her thumb to her heated flesh while she used her middle finger to probe inside her tightly clasping vaginal lips.

"Ohhhh...." Barbara moaned, pulling both hands away from her tingling feminine flesh. Her naked body trembled with a strange desire, and she had the same urge to rub it hard as she had felt in the tool closet. She had begun teasing her wetly tingling cunt again when, suddenly, she heard a knock at her bedroom door. Her hand dropped in guilt and she stared in the mirror, blushing with shame.

Unable to understand her newly acquired passion, Barbara shrugged in youthful innocence and, smiling to herself, opened the bathroom door and called out, "Yes?"

"Are you ready for breakfast?" Lena called.

"In a minute...." she said quickly. Then, she dressed in a clean pair of cut-offs and a loose shirt that had belonged to her father. She liked wearing the sloppy shirt because it was cool. Momentarily, she remembered how, once years ago, her father had teased her about it when he told her that she was so tiny in his shirt that all he could see was hands and knees. Sadly, she smiled, knowing that she could not cry forever! It would never bring them back. Now, she had Donald to love her.

Shrugging off the loneliness that she felt, she stepped through the house wondering if her cousin was waiting for her.

"Hi, honey," Lena Jackson said as her young niece entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," she smiled. "I'm still not very hungry. Can I have a glass of orange juice?"

"I don't have any, but I have good fresh milk."

"Okay...." Barbara stammered, not really used to milk. But she drank it and it tasted good.

"Now! That's better."

"Thanks, Aunt Lena," she answered. "Where's Donald?"

"I don't know where that boy is. He wanders around like an Indian. He sneaks up on me sometimes and scares me half to death."

"I'm going to look for him," she said as she got up and moved to the kitchen door.

"Look in the hay loft. He says it's a good place to meditate. I don't know where he gets words like that ... he means thinking."

"Where is the loft?"

"On the top floor of the barn."

A few moments later, Barbara left the house and hurried into the barn, calling, "Donald ... Donald?"

"Barbara ... here...." she heard him whispering.

"Up here ... in the loft."

The young girl lifted her eyes and looked up. She saw him standing in the open door to the hay loft, and then she stared at the thin pieces of wood that was nailed to the wooden two-by-fours that supported the loft, the boards serving as steps up to the second floor.

"Come on up. I wanna show you something."

"I ... I'm scared to climb up there."

"Just don't look down and you'll be all right," Donald soothed from the upper doorway.

"I ... I don't know," she stammered.

"Aw wait! I'll come down and show you how!" He scampered down, making it look easy.

"I'm sorry, Donald, but I never climbed up steps like that," she whined. "I don't want to be a bother ... why don't we go somewhere else."

"I'll show you how," he grinned confidently, then whispered in her ear, "We have more privacy up there."

"All right ... if you're sure I won't fall." She stared apprehensively up at the open doorway of the hay loft.

"Here ... put your hands on this one, and your feet on the bottom one," Donald explained. "Then as you move your hands up to the next one, you move your feet up to the next one also."

"Okay ... like this," Barbara said as she started to climb.

"Right ... I'll come right behind you and keep you from falling."

"Aren't ... you afraid?"

"Naw ... I been up there a million times! Ever since I was five years old."

"Have you ever fallen?"

"Naw!" he said proudly. "Come up, climb now."

Reluctantly, Barbara moved her hands from one rung to the other, while at the same time she lifted her feet to the next board. She felt her young cousin just below her, his head touching the bottom of her rounded buttocks. Suddenly, she felt like giggling as she envisioned the sight of her almost naked bottom pressed against his face. What if he looked up? She knew she had to stay serious if she wanted to climb without falling, and she erased the awkward scene from her mind.

Meanwhile, Donald felt his young cousin pause and he turned to look up at her. The very thing that Barbara had thought about came true! He found his face pressed against her curvaceous asscheeks and could smell the clean sweet scent of her soft satiny flesh. A powerful wave of lustful excitement shivered through his youthful body, and his penis began erecting. His mouth was watering and, surprisingly, he found himself wanting to kiss the back of her sleek thighs, to lick them. His fingers trembled on the wooden rung, and he closed his eyes to shut out the view. Then, Barbara began moving up the ladder and he followed, his head buzzing with excitement. Soon, he would see what her sweet-smelling cunt looked like. He wondered if her pussy hair would be the same golden color as her hair. He had never fucked a girl, but he wanted to shove his penis inside Barbara just like the bull had done to old Bossy! One day he would! Like Bart! He'd get some rubbers from someone, and then he'd fuck her.

All these thoughts whirled through his head as he climbed upward behind his teenage cousin, keeping his head as close to her rounded bottom as he could. Suddenly, he felt her struggling above him and he realized that she was at the top of the ladder.

"Help me ... push me up," the young girl mumbled, trying to get a hand on something inside the loft.

Holding on to the steps with one hand, Donald reached up with his other one and pressed his palm against her almost naked asscheeks, his outspread fingers pushing up under the leg-opening of her short pants. He felt his finger touching her hot vaginal slit and he trembled as he realized that she had nothing on under the cut-off jeans. She had one leg up on the top rung of the ladder while the other leg was still on the next one down. Her wide spread little cunt was wide open to his invading finger and he let it slide deeper up inside her wetly gaping pussy. He felt her thigh and pussy muscles tighten-either in resistance or encouragement.

"Grab the side of the door," he said as she stopped moving altogether.

"I'm trying," Barbara gasped as his probing finger pressed up into her most intimate flesh. She was embarrassed but, at the same time, it felt so good touching her down there. In Donald's effort to help her, she felt the tip of his finger wiggling against her clitoris, and she moaned helplessly as she jerked upward, forcing herself to crawl through the open door to the hay loft.

"Are you okay?" Donald called, putting his finger in front of his nose and sniffed. His eyes closed and a leering grin contorted his youthful face.

"I guess so, but I was scared to death," Barbara mumbled as she lay on the hay-littered floor, trying to hide her trembling excitement.

"Shit, I thought that you would fall."

"I was too scared to move," she stammered as she saw him climbing in the loft behind her.

"You will fall if you're afraid. You gotta stop being scared, or you'll never learn to live on a farm."

"I'm sorry, Donald. I'll try," she whispered, knowing that she had displeased him. Also, he had avoided saying anything about putting his fingers on her vagina. Maybe he had thought nothing of it. Being around animals had probably taught him to accept the parts of the body as being natural. Nervously, she added, "Everything is so strange to me."

"Aw, forget it. I didn't mean anything," the teenage boy grinned at her, then chuckled, "You sure did look funny hanging up there with your butt hanging out."

Momentarily, the young girl blushed with shame, but when she saw that he was teasing her, she got up from the floor and dimpled as she said, "I bet I did."

"Come on. I'll show you my hiding place."

She followed him to the corner of the loft and saw him climbing over bales of hay. She started to climb up on a bale of hay but he suddenly disappeared from sight. She stared all around but there was no sign of him anywhere.

"Donald ... Donald ... where are you ... I can't see you."

"Peek-a-boo!" He jumped at her. "You thought I had become invisible?"

"I thought you had fallen through a hole."

"It's my secret hiding place. I arranged the hay this morning so I could hide in there. See! It's not big but plenty of room for both of us."

"Really?"

"No one can find us even if they come looking for us."

Barbara climbed over the hay until she was standing beside him, and stared down at the hole where he had climbed through. Then, her cousin lifted a bale of hay and she slid through the hay into a hidden six by six foot square, completely void of anything except a blue and white blanket. After they were both inside, he shoved the bale back in place, and the hay blocked the entrance.

Barbara sat down beside him and asked, "How did you do it?"

"Aw ... it was easy."

"What do you do here all by yourself?"

"I meditate ... and beat my meat."

"Why do you do that?"

"I have a magazine that I stole from Bart. The pictures really turn me on." Donald grinned.

"Does he know you took it?"

"Naw! Even if he did, he'd be afraid to tell on me because he's not supposed to have them, either."

"Let me see one."

"No! They're not for girls."

"I won't tell anyone you showed it to me," she said, wondering what could be so important after what they had shared yesterday.

"It's about fucking."

"What...?" she gasped.

"You wanted to know. That's why I don't show them to you ... you'd be shocked."

"I've seen books like that before," Barbara said confidently. "We had sex education in California."

"You did?" he asked unbelieving.

"I had a girl friend that showed me one too."

"Okay ... but don't say I didn't warn you," Donald said as he reached under a bale of hay and pulled out a magazine with full color pictures of naked men and women.

Barbara stared at the open book and thought she would pass out with shock. The awful things that the man and woman were doing was so bad that she could hardly bear to look at it, and yet, she could not pull her eyes away from it. On the one page she saw a girl holding her pussy open with both hands-just as she had done this morning in front of the full length mirror. She could see the inner layers of the girl's vaginal slit, and there, up at the top, was the nub of her clitoris, punching out like a Brazil nut. God! It was big! She could see the pink flesh that surrounded the girl's vaginal opening, and the black curly pubic hair out-lined the wide open vagina. It was strangely exciting to her, and she forcefully pulled her eyes away, only to see the other page which was even more obscene.

Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and a guttural gasp escaped her tightened throat as she saw a naked woman sitting on a man's long hard penis ... almost as big as the bull's. Or so it looked like! The girl's pussy seemed to be too small for the huge shaft, and it was stretched so wide that it was only a thin red ridge of flesh circling the man's thick, blue-veined shaft. The man was lying on his back with his legs wide apart, and she could see his puckered rectal opening exposed to her view. Her youthful body trembled with unwanted and uncomprehending hunger and, suddenly unable to bear the obscenity, she store her eyes away from the pornographic pictures and stared at her young cousin.

Donald saw her look of utter disbelief, and he grinned at her as he said, "I told you so."

"I ... I ... you really like to look at things like that?" she asked, feeling her heated vagina throbbing with alien passion.

"Sure! It's exciting ... turns me on ... makes my pecker hard."

"Why do you want it to be hard? You said it hurts."

"Yeah, but then I imagine that girl sitting on it, and I cum," he said. "You gotta promise to keep it a secret, though. If my Mom ever found what I'm doing, she'd skin my hide."

"My mother told me that it was dirty to look at things like that."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't think it's dirty. It feels too good to be bad."

"Don't you believe what your mother says?" she asked in shock.

"Sure, but God made my pecker and I think He meant for me to use it. Why else would He make you and me different?"

"I ... I don't know. I never thought about it."

"Still want me to show you how it feels?" he asked anxiously, his youthful penis already hard and pulsating inside his tight cut-off jeans.

"I ... I guess so ... as long as you don't try to do that to me," she said, pointing to the lewd picture.

"First ... can I see your boobs?" he suddenly asked.

"How come?"

"I just want to look at em," he stammered.

"Okay," she said, smiling nervously as she unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall open.

Donald groaned as he saw her fleshy upthrust breasts. He reached out and touched her naked nipples and caressed her soft satiny mounds. Then, he gasped, "Oh shit, Barbara. They feel so good."

"They ... they do?" she stammered, her face red with embarrassment.

"Yes ... yes ... I like touching them," he sighed, then pinched one rubbery little nipple between this thumb and forefinger.

"Ohhh ... that hurts."

Donald laughed nervously and soon they were giggling together conspiratorialy while the young girl removed her shirt completely.

Teasingly, he picked up a sprig of hay and tickled her naked breasts, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, goose pimples rising on her smooth white flesh.

"Does it tickle," he asked, slowly lowering it to her naked thigh and letting the end of the sprig move up beneath the edge of her short pants.

"Noooooo ... don't do that."

"Did it tickle?" he asked again, swishing the hay across her melon-like breasts again.

"Uh-huh ... but it felt funny, too," Barbara was unsure of herself because the piece of hay had excited her when it touched her pussy.

"Take off your pants. It'll be easier for me to play with your cunt, and you can see what I do," he stammered, his confidence leaving him as the moment passed. He put the book back under the bale of hay and began removing his own cut-offs.

"Haven you ever seen a real girl's vagina?" she asked, her face flushing with shame at her sudden boldness.

"I ... well ... no," he spluttered as he slid his shorts down his youthful thighs and kicked them off his feet. His virile young cock sprang out and quivered against the flat of his belly. Suddenly, he was embarrassed in front of his cousin, and he could not understand it. He knew how to make her cum without fucking her! He had thought about it lots of times, but this was the first time he had actually taken his clothes off in front of a girl since he had grown up. He saw Barbara's thrusting face as she slid her denim shorts down her long slender thighs, exposing her golden pubic mound, and his eyes bugged out. Shit, his cock was so hard, and her pussy was so pretty that he wanted to stuff it in her belly and cum.

"What do I do now," she asked, trying to calm her pounding heart and act as casual as her cousin.

"I ... I want to get a good look at your cunt," he stammered. "I never got a close look before."

"I thought you knew what you were doing?"

"Sure ... I know all about that...."

"How?"

"Bart told me how to do it."

"He told you?"

"Yeah ... we discussed it."

"I don't want him to know what we're doing," she said with a frown. "You've got to promise you won't tell him."

"This is our secret, Barbara. Okay?"

"You don't think that this is wrong?"

"Naw! Everybody does it. I even heard my Mom and Dad doing it in their bedroom."

"No kidding?" she asked, unsure of what she was hearing. She had never heard her parents doing it!

"It's true! Now, lay back and spread your legs out wide," Donald said quickly, before he lost his weakening confidence.

"Like this," she asked hesitantly and leaned back on a bale of hay, slid her heels back against her naked buttocks, and spread her folded knees wide apart.

"Oh shit! It's so pink ... and pretty ... than those pictures," he moaned as he reached out with one hand and awkwardly touched the softly curling pussy hair, while staring hungrily down at the fleshy pink lips of her gaping little cunt. Drawn to the lust-provoking sight, he moved closer to her widespread thighs and timidly slid the tip of his outstretched middle finger through her velvety vaginal flesh. A low moan of passion escaped his throat and he gasped, "Can I put my face down there so I can see it up close?"

"What are you going to do then?" she asked, feeling the tingling warmth already rising up from her vaginal passage as his trembling fingers began moving over her most sensitive flesh.

"I'm gonna play with it ... like you did my pecker," Donald panted. "But first I want to look at it ... and smell it."

"Why?"

"I don't know ... that's what animals do."

"I ... I guess it's all right."

"Oh balls," the youth groaned as he lay down between her widespread thighs, his eyes only inches away from her beautiful, mouth-watering pussy. He felt his rock-hard cock pressing against the blanket-covered wooden floor and he gasped in anxious lust, "Smells like honey."

"Is it all right ... how does it look?"

"Oh boy! It's really something! So pink ... and little!"

"Yeah?" Barbara stammered, wondering what it would look like if she could see it from his angle.

"Damn," the boy groaned as he lifted his face and sat up. Then, unable to control his throbbing excitement, he knelt between her widespread legs, and slid his hands up the smooth surface of her inner thighs until the tips of his fingers touched her sparsely curling pussy hair. Instinctively, he used his middle finger to separate her wetly heated vaginal flesh. When he felt the quivering flesh under his palm, he gasped in undisguised interest, "Shit! Oh fuck! It's ... it's really something! I never thought a pussy would be so hot!"

His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her vaginal furrow. He trembled with eager excitement and his sperm-bloated testicles ached with the need to be emptied. Slowly, his courage grew until he felt the old confidence returning. Then, his caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own ecstatic lust building even higher.

Barbara felt the strange shivering sensations flooding through her almost naked body, and now, she wanted to continue. It might be wrong, but no one would ever know about it except her cousin. Besides, it felt too good to make him stop even if she wanted to. She felt the uncontrollable moans gurgling up from her throat, and her teenage cousin's stiffened finger began a gentle massage of her erected clitoris. The salacious thrill that flooded her widespread vagina was so powerful that she felt her naked hips lifting of their own accord.

Donald wormed his finger between the hotly clasping layers of her pussy and thrust it up inside her tight vaginal orifice. Then, he began a steady fucking motion, in and out of her tight little cunt while his thumb-folded beneath his palm-unknowingly pressed against her clitoris. He felt her suddenly lurch beneath his hand, and his own naked body reacted with painful lust.

"Oh shit, Barbara! You feel so good! It's so hot! You have the tightest little pussy! I don't think my pecker would even fit in it," he panted excitedly.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... Donnniiieeeeee ... it does feel good," she wailed as the stimulation completely unbalanced her mind. "Ohhhhh ... it feels so good!"

"Do you want some more?" He stopped and stared down at the excitedly gasping girl.

"Oh yes ... do it again...." she gurgled as her naked hips lifted up in open invitation.

"Rub your boobs while I play with your pussy."

Without hesitation, the young girl quickly used both hands to cup her nakedly straining breasts and began caressing them in rhythm to her cousin's finger thrusting in and out of her widened pussy slit. "Like this?" she asked.

"Yeah! Does it feel good?"

"Sure ... but ... not as good as down there."

Encouraged by her evident satisfaction, the youth began finger-fucking her in earnest. He slammed his outstretched finger back and forth, up and down, his palm slapping lewdly against her gaping cuntal flesh, creating ripples that danced and shimmered before his eyes.

"Ohhhhh ... oh ... oh...." Barbara moaned as she shivered with jolt after jolt of insane passion. Her runaway hands massaged her upthrust mounds while her fingers squeezed at the firm little nipples. She could feel the tingling sensations spreading out and downward, heating up her quivering vaginal flesh as her cousin salaciously massaged her pussy slit.

Donald's eyes were hypnotically glued to his thrusting finger as he sawed it in and out of her moistly pulsating cunt while, at the same time, he rubbed his own throbbing cock. It had never been this hard before, and it hurt like the devil. Instead of just making her cum, he was going to shoot his own wad! He had to! His balls felt like they were on fire.

Barbara saw her young cousin's lust-contorted face, and she wondered if hers looked the same way. She felt the wonderful excitement building up inside her vaginal sheath as his finger impaled her heated pussy, and she began a continuous moaning that seemed to come from somewhere else. She began rubbing her erected nipples with increased vigor while Donald salaciously fucked his middle finger back and forth through her moistly throbbing vagina.

"Ohhhhhhhh ... fuccckkkkkk...." he snorted. "Oh shit, Barbara. I'm gonna cum! I ... I can't help it! Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh! I ... I'm cumming!"

Momentarily, she held perfectly still, staring at his convulsing body, his animal-like snorts sounded just like the bull when he spewed his cum in old Bossy. Then, she saw the spurting white liquid exploding from the tip of his spasming penis, and she wondered why caressing her vagina had excited him and made him cum. Am I gonna do that, too? she silently asked herself as she stared at his emptying shaft.

Then, with Donald's finger still buried inside her carnally excited vagina, she began an uncontrollable jerking of her widespread loins moaning, "Move your finger ... harder."

When she felt his fingers begin moving again, she started a frantic upward thrusting of her hips, her hotly throbbing vagina exciting her until she could hardly bear the intensity of her emotions.

"Oh goddamnit. You make me so excited that I want to cum again," Donald gasped, his penis swelling into another erection. Then, he began thrusting his rigid finger back and forth with renewed strength, adding another outstretched digit to the first one as he frictioned across her hard little clitoral nub. "Now, I'm gonna make you cum."

"Oh ... oh ... oh...." she moaned, using her hands on the floor to help pump her widely quivering vagina up and down on his stiffened finger. "It feels so good! Keep rubbing it! Don't stop!"

"Wow! I can still smell it ... I like it ... like perfume ... of roses...." he mumbled, his fingers sliding through the velvety flesh, frictioning across her sensitive clitoris on each inward stroke. "So tight ... so hot ... so...."

Barbara lifted her naked buttocks with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her pussy. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for that elusive satisfaction.

As the frictioning movement of his outstretched fingers increased the pressure on her pulsating clitoris, her clenched lips trembled, and he heard a blood-curdling sound erupting from her hoarsened throat. He felt her pussy begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax. The naive blonde started shivering all over as she lifted her clutching vagina up on his fingers and held it.

"I ... ohhhhhhhh ... aaaagggghhhhhh ... something ... Donnieeeeeeee ... it's ... I think ... Aaaagggghhhh ... Aaeeeiiiii...." Barbara felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming vagina, and the ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she felt herself writhing down against the rumpled blanket beneath her. The strange unknown feeling blacked out her youthful mind, and she wondered if she were dying. It felt as if she were being splintered into a million pieces, and, suddenly, her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.

Donald's eyes were wide and staring as his young cousin climaxed beneath the ministrations of his outstretched fingers. He could not believe the force of her cumming, nor the way her pussy spasmed and clutched his deeply spearing digit. She was still a writhing, blubbering mass of naked flesh as she slammed up and down between the blanket covered floor of the hay loft and his impaling fingers. He could feel her vaginal muscles trying to suck his whole hand deep inside her belly. Her gasping moans grew louder, and he groaned as he began cumming again. Then, as she trembled with the force of her shorted-out nerve en dings, she began to relax against the bale of hay, her face masked with a peaceful calm. Donald collapsed beside her, his youthful body trembling with his own satisfaction.

For several minutes Barbara lay back, trying to still her heart, her mind in a state of pleasurable ecstasy as she tried to speak but her voice was silent. With a shiver of delightful weakness, she let her mind wander, exploring every detail of the satisfaction that her teenaged cousin had given her. She had cum for the first time in her life, and the excruciating pleasure was even more powerful than she had anticipated. For the first time, she knew what sexual satisfaction really meant.

"Are you okay?" the youth asked.

"I ... I ... yes ... yes...." she mumbled, unable to explain how she felt.

Suddenly, they heard someone walking in the hay loft, only a few feet from where they lay hidden.

"Donald! Are you there? I know you're up here! Answer me, you little bastard," they heard the voice of his older brother.

Donald put his fingers to his lips and motioned her to be perfectly still. They heard Bart climbing up on the hay and cursing to himself. Knowing that they were in no position to get caught, Donnie was afraid to breathe, his eyes wide and staring.

Barbara felt the adrenaline rushing through her naked body and instinctively realized the danger of Bart finding them. She held her breath, careful that she did not give them away. Wide-eyed, the two young people stared at each other and finally heard the footsteps moving away. They heard Bart muttering angrily as he started down the ladder, "You little son of a bitch, I know you're here. I can even smell that little cunt you've got with you. I'll catch up with you one day and show you both how to fuck."

The youth stared at his teenage cousin with a frightened look on his face, still holding his finger to lips. He knew how his brother thought and, for five minutes, they continued to lie silently beneath the hay, afraid that Bart would sneak back into the hay loft and wait for them. Then, when his ears told him that the danger had completely passed, he whispered to Barbara, "You can put your clothes on now. He's gone."

"Are you sure?" she asked shakily.

"Yep! I can tell."

"Donald ... what did he mean when he said he could smell my cunt?"

"He was just yapping. That's all."

"Did he know we were up here?"

"Naw! He wanted us to think that he did. He probably saw us coming up here, and didn't see us leaving."

"Do you think he suspects what we were doing?"

"He suspects everything I do. Just because he's a fucker, he thinks I am."

"Do you talk like that around your mother?" she suddenly asked.

"Shit no! She'd wash my mouth out with soap."

"I never said anything like that before ... I was always embarrassed to say it."

"Sometimes it makes you feel better."

"I'd be scared somebody would hear me."

"I only say it around someone I trust," he chuckled. "Come on! We better get the fuck out of here while we can."

The two teenagers dressed and struggled out of the space beneath the hay, and slowly moved to the open door of the hay loft. They stared out to see if Bart was anywhere around, and then Donald whispered, "He's probably looking in the corn field. I think Mom sent him to find us."

"Is he gone? Really!"

"I think so. I'll go first and if he comes around, I'll tell him that I don't know where you are," the youth said quietly.

"I hope he doesn't see us."

"After I get down, I'll motion to you when you can come down, too."

"I ... I hope I don't fall."

"You won't ... you're a country girl now," he grinned as he quickly lowered himself down the steps. When he was standing on the ground, he whistled confidently and looked all around. When he was sure that no one was watching, he said, "Quick! Come on down!"

Barbara saw him motioning for her to hurry and, without thinking about the dangers, knowing that it would be worse if they got caught, she closed her eyes and felt her feet touch the wooden rungs. Then, she turned around and backed down the steps. When her feet touched the ground, she sighed with relief and gasped, "Whewwww! I did it!"

"Sure! I knew you could," Donald chuckled at her white face.

"It was nothing," she said proudly, trying to hide her shaking hands.

"Come on! We better get out of here," the youth urged as they started toward the house.

Suddenly behind him, they heard a loud guffaw and they both turned at the same time, face to face with Bart. Barbara almost jumped out of her skin, but Donald kept his cool, and said, "What the hell are you laughing about?"

"I knew you were in the goddamned hay loft with your pretty little cousin," Bart accused, his eyes crinkled in a leering smile.

"We were not I We were looking at the corn."

"Oh yeah? Then where did this come from ... and this...." the nineteen year old chortled as he picked a piece of hay out of Barbara's hair, and another one from the gaping front of her shirt. "I didn't know you got hay from a corn field."

"So what if were in the loft. I was just showing her how I meditate. We hid from you when we heard you coming," Donald said calmly.

Barbara was too shaken to speak, and she listened to the conversation between the two brothers, anxiously wanting to run away and hide. She did not like the knowing look on Bart's face, nor his lewd laughter.

"I bet you were meditating all right! Fucking is more like it! Right, Barbara?"

"Don't talk like that around her. I'm gonna tell Mom what you said," Donald shouted angrily.

"I was only kidding," Bart said quickly, and it was obvious he was not sure of himself as he wanted them to believe. "Go on Barbara. Lunch is ready. I want Donald to help me put the bull back in the pasture."

Momentarily, Barbara stared at her young cousin, but he smiled at her encouragingly. Then, before she could stop herself, her feet took flight and she ran to the house as fast as she could.

Donald started to follow, knowing his brother was lying. It was too soon to put the bull back in the pasture. Bart stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't run away! I just wanted to ask you how it was?"

"How what was?"

"You know ... her cunt!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Donald snapped, nervously trying to pull away from his older brother.

"You mean to tell me that you didn't fuck her?'

"I ... I..

"You had her all alone in the hay, and you didn't get a look at her sweet pussy?"

"Bart ... I ... I...."

"Uh-huh! You did fuck her!"

"Well ... you won't tell Mom will you?"

"Course not ... I can keep a secret, you little son of a gun." Bart chortled. "I can't believe my little brother is old enough to fuck."

"I just touched her," Donald said quietly.

"I bet! If that's all you did, I'm ashamed of you."

"Well ... I ... she ... she's a virgin."

"You mean she was."

"I ... I...."

"Listen to me, little brother. Never be ashamed of taking a cherry! Brag about it, because not everyone gets to fuck a virgin."

"Is it so different?"

"I don't know, I never had one!" Bart chuckled, and then put his arm around the younger boy's shoulders as they headed toward the house.

Donnie stopped and looked up at him, then took a deep breath and grinned, "Well ... I guess I was just lucky my first time, huh?"

"You fucked her ... and got a cherry?"

"Yep," the younger boy lied, then bragged. "She was pretty good stuff, too, considering it was only her first time."